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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.