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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.