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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.