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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.