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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.