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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.