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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.