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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.