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 India and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Japan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.