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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.