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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.