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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.