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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Remains,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.