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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.