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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.