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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Can,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.