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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.