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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.