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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.