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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 the Association to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.