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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.