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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.