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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.