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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.