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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ponytail 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.