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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Franke,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.