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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Aswad,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.