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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.