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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.