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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.