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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Gun Club 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Index,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.