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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.