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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Scion,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.