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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Index,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.