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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.