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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.