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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.