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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.