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 Sweden and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.