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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Nas,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.