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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.