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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.