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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Sonics,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.