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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.