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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.