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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.