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 China and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.