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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.