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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.