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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.