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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.