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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.