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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.