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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.