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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.