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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.