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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.