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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.