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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.