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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Visage,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.