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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.