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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.