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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.