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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.