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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Index,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.