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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.