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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
the Human League,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.