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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Slits,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.