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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.