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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Magma,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.