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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.