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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.