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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.