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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.