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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.