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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.