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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.