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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.