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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.