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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.