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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.