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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.