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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.