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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.