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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.