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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.