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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.