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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.