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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Japan,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Neu!,
Brick,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.