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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.