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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.