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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.