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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.