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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.