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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.