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 Iran 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.