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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.