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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.