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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.