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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Wings,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.