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 China and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.