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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.