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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.