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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.