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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.