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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.