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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.