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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.