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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.