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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.