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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.