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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.