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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.