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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.