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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.