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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.