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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.