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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.