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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.