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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.