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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.