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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.