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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.