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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.