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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.