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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Organ,
Japan,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.