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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.