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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.