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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.