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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.