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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.