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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.