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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.