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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
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.