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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.