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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Can,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.