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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.