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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.