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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.