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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.