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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.