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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.