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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.