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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.