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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Technova,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.