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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.