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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.