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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.