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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.