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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Technova,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.