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 Malawi and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.