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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.