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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.