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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.