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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Japan,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.