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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.