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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.