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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.