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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.