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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.