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 India and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.