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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.