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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.