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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.