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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.