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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.