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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.