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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.