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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.