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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Names,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.