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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.