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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.