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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.