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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.