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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.