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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.