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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Wire,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.