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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.