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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.