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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.