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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.