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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.