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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.