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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.