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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Nas,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.