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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gories,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.