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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.