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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.