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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.