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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.