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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Index,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.