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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.