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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.