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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Can,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.