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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.