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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.