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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.