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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.