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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.