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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.