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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.