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 Iran 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.