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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.