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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.