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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.