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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Mars,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.