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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.