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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.