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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.