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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.