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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.