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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.