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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.