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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Unwound,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.