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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Technova,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.