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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.