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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Television,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.