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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.