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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.