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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.