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 Brazil and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Organ,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.