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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Slave,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.