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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.