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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Busters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.