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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.