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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.