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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.