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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.