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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.