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 London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.