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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.