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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.