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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.