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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.