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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.