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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.