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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.