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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.