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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.