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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.