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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
cv313,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.