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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.