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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.