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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.