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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.