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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Scion,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.