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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.