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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.