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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.