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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.