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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.