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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.