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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.