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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.