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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.