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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.