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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Index,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.