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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.