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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.