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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
PIL,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.