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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.