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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Brick,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.