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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.