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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.