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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.