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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.