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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.