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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.