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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.