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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.