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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cymande,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Index,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.