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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.