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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.