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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.