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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.