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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.