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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Television,
Monks,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Magma,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.