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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.