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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.