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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Swans,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.