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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.