Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.