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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
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.