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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.