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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.