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 Oman and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.