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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.