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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Faust,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.