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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.