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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.