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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
cv313,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.