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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.