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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.