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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
X-102,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.