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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.