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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.