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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.