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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.