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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Visage,
John Holt,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
ABC,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.