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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.