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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.