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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Jandek,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.