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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.