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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.