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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
ABC,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.