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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.