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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.