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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Pagans,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.