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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.