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 Poland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.