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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.