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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.