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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 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 Davy DMX 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.