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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.