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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.