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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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 Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.