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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.