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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.