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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Can,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
AZ,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.