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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.