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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.