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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.