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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Organ,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.