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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.