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 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Flesh Eaters 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.