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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Brick,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.