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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Motions,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.