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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.