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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.