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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.