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 United States and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.