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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.