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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.