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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.