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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.