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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.