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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.