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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Vogues,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.