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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Wire,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.