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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.