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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Pole,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.