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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.