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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.