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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.