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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.