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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.