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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.