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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.