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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Smog,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Mars,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.