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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.