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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.