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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
UT,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.