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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.