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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.