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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.