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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Lyres,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.