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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Smoke 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.