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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.