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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
X-101,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.