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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.