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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Audionom,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.