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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.