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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.