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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.