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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.