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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.