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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.