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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.