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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.