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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.