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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.