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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.