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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.