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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
the Human League,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.