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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Nico,
Swans,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.