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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.