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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.