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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Q65,
Television,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.