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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Wire,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.