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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.