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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.