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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
ABC,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.