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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.