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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.