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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.