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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.