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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.