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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.