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 China 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.