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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.