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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.