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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.