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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.