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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.