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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Suicide,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.