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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.