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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.