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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.