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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.