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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.