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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.