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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.