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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.