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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
World's Most,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.