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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.