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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marine Girls 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.