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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.