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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.