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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Yaz,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.