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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.