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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.