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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.