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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.