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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.