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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.