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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.