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 Malta 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.