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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.