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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.