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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Wake,
the Association,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.