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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Sparks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.