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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.