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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Roxette,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Technova,
Organ,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.