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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.