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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.