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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.