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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Echospace,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.