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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.