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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Franke,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.