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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.