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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.