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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.