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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.