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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.