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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.