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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.