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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.