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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.