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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.