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 the UAE and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Japan,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.