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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.