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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.