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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.