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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.