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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.