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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
New Order,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.