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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Faust,
CMW,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Slave,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.