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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.