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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.