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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.