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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.