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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.