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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
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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.