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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.