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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Gong,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.