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 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.