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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Wire,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.