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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.