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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
X-101,
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.