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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.