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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.