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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.