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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.