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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Jawbox to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.