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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.