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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.