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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.