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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
MC5,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.