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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.