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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.