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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.