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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.