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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.