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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.