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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.