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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Q65,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.