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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.