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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.