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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Hardrive 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.