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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.