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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.