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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Standells,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.