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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.