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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.