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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
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.