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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.