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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.