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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.