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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Technova,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.