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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.