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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.