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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.