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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.