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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Morten Harket 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.