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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
X-102,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.