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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.