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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.