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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.