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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.