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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.