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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.