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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.