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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.