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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Urselle 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.