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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.