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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.