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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Happenings,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.