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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.