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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.