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 Malaysia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.