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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.