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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.